May I still tarry to contend,
With will and zeal to prevail,
My earthly purpose to defend.
And should it be, that all seems lost,
May I still persist in this hope,
That no matter what the cost,
Beyond my sight, there's boundless scope.
Should I but tread where angels dare,
In vain and foolish presumption,
May I still have the sense to care,
For kind and thoughtful correction.
And should it be, that friend or foe,
Should need a hand along the way,
May I still have the grace to know,
That I must never turn away.
Eric A Trott
March 2, 2021
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